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works/2550950.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Mates, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Dubious_Consent, Rimming, Mating
      Cycles/In_Heat, Mpreg, Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher, Age
      Difference, Alternate_Universe_-_Werewolves_Are_Known, Fantasizing,
      Masturbation, Steter_Week, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-02 Words: 10276
****** looking for a promise or commitment ******
by Zombiegravitation
Summary
     Stiles is an alpha with a crush on one of his students, Peter, but
     wants to court Peter once he’s not a student. It’s all okay until
     Peter starts messing with his suppressants to throw himself into
     heat, making sure no one knows by using dampers as the suppressants
     flush out his system, and making sure Stiles is taking advantage of
     it.
Notes
     This is my last Steter week post. It's technically for day six theme.
     But I just can't work up any inspiration for two more pieces of work
     along with adding to my day one fic. To make up for it, this is full
     of smutty goodness.
     Steter Week Day 6: Mates Omega!Peter, Alpha!Stiles, Young!Peter,
     Teacher!Stiles, Stiles 26, Peter 18. Mash up of mates, A/B/O verse
     and known werewolves/shifters. Damper hide scents (credit it to
     “Family First” by Miss_Lvfor inventing).
     This is dubcon. Peter was a minor when he first started this plan, he
     messed with contraception they both took (there is no way a student
     would be left alone with suppressants, let alone for the mandatory
     shots being self administered by them without supervision), and he
     was in heat, this could be considered rape by deception since the
     conditions of the consent is compromised. But seeing as this is A/B/
     O verse, and the rules in it vary, it was really left to Peter’s
     alpha to decide. Like always if a missed a tag tell me.
     EDIT: To old readers and new, this work has been edited for better
     reading pleasure as of December 16 after i reread it and realized
     there was some plot holes/inconsistency.
This whole obsession started two years ago the summer before he took over AP
English 11 for Jennifer Blake. Presently he, Stiles Stilinski, was house
sitting for his best friend Scott and his new wife Allison while they went off
on their honeymoon -finally three months after the freaking wedding!- in
France. Stiles just didn’t think they were going to hire someone to do the yard
work and clean the pool. Nor for that someone being Peter Hale, one of his
student who sometimes gave him flirty looks during class.
Imagine Stiles’ surprise when he wakes up to hear the lawnmower running right
outside his window. Stiles stumbled out of the guest room, nearly tripping on
the comforter and ran out through the backdoor, skidding to a stop -son of a
bitch, his feet- to see Peter fucking Hale pushing the lawnmower across the
lawn. His white t-shirt already sweat soaked stuck to his back, Stiles could
help but scent the air. The faded scent of omega wafted in the air, barely
there just under grass and chlorine, completely forgetting that Peter with his
wolf senses could smell Stiles’ faint arousal in response to the honey
sweetness.
"Hey, Mister Stilinski. Nice boxers," Peter said smirking as he turned off the
mower. Stiles flushed, sputtering while he scrambled to cover himself, one arm
in front of his crotch and the other at his chest, protecting nonexistent
breasts. His boxers, specifically his Betty Boop boxers were a gift -a joke
gift but still why waste a good pair of underwear from Allison?
"Why are you here? This isn’t your house!"
"Yeah, I know. But McCall called in a favor with my sister so to pay back a
debt to Tal, I have to do this. But Argent- wait sorry I forgot she actually
married the guy, Lady McCall is paying me on the down low."
"Well it would have been nice to get a warning. It‘s too fucking early for
this." Stiles pouted, crossing his arms. Peter laughed shaking his head,
Stilinski was kind cute when he pouted. If it wasn’t for the scent, Peter
would’ve definitely thought Stilinski was a fellow omega, but nope the man was
one hundred percent alpha.
"I did though. Knocked on the door two hours ago and waited. No one came, I
thought the place was empty so I used the spared key. Pool’s already clean, and
plants watered. Let me finish this up and I’ll out your hair." Peter said, he
was about to turn it back on when he paused. "Oh and Mister Stilinski, noon
isn’t early."
Stiles’ mouth dropped a little, maybe he had stayed up online a little too
late. "Uh, sorry. You want a soda or something?"
"What?!" Peter shouted pretended not to hear.
"Soda! Drink! You!" Stiles said exaggerating his words, stopping when he
remembered Peter was a damn wolf. "Little shit."
"Language!" Peter shouted grinning, using his own words against him.
"The drink, do you want it or not?"
Peter made a non-committal gesture before continuing to mow the lawn. Stiles
sighed, exasperated. Freaking Hales! First Talia, now Peter! He really hoped
Laura wasn’t trying for AP in the next few years or that Stiles at least had a
different job by then.
By the time Peter finished the lawns, Stiles had a coke in his hand and clothes
on. He’s about to go out when someone calls out to Peter, a child and Peter
looks up smiling. A toddler is running to him, Stiles doesn’t recognize him but
he can tell the kid is from the Hale pack with those signature dark looks and
glowing gold eyes.
Thankfully, the kid is followed closely by two adults; an alpha and omega pair.
The alpha he recognizes, it’s Talia and she hasn‘t changed much. Aside from the
larger waist and frown lines, she still looks same as she did in college. Her
omega, Daniel is younger Talia though, tall dark, with startling blue eyes -
Stiles is still surprised she mated him all things considering- and laugh lines
already marking his skin. It’s obvious they’re together by the way Talia keeps
a possessive hand on Daniel’s waist.
Before Stiles knows what he’s doing he’s strolling over and saying hello. Three
very interested pairs of eyes look at him. Talia and Peter look amused while
Daniel in particular is still guarded, distrust evident in his gaze. ‘Right
back at you, buddy.’ Stiles thought. It would be a cold day in hell before he
trusted this man.
"Tal! It‘s been a while, already got another kid, eh?" Stiles says getting
ready to prattle. "Sorry I couldn’t go to his birthday parties or just visit in
general. I figured I should introduce myself, to the little guy."
"Work right?" Talia guessed.
"A little but nah. His first birthday, I had to take my dad to the hospital and
year after that I had to a old friend’s funeral." He grimaced, remembering how
close his dad had been to dying, how young Heather looked in her mahogany box
and how broken her mate had been.
"Sorry." Talia said giving him a sympathetic look. "Well you already know Peter
and Daniel, so this is our little boy, Tyler. Ty, come say hi to Mommy‘s
friend, Stiles."
Tyler buried himself as best he could into Peter’s chest, letting out a muffled
hi.
"Cute little guy, ain’t he?"
"Of course, he has my genes." Talia said smugly.
"Damn genes are dominant, spent a six months trying to find myself in Derek and
Laura and then a month with Tyler." Daniel muttered, some what joking but not
really, even though he and Talia had similar coloring, you had to strain to
find some feature belonging to Daniel. Stiles joked for the longest time that
Talia was making mini clones or producing asexually like a plant.
"Fiercely attached already, isn’t he?" Stiles asked, laughing when the boy
finally pulled away from Peter. The toddler blinks up at Stiles, one tiny hand
still fisted in Peter’s shirt. Stiles laughs at the possessiveness from one so
young, "Alpha?"
The mask cracks just a bit and Daniel grins fondly down at Tyler, "Yeah, he
thinks Peter’s his."
"I don’t mind." Peter lifts Tyler up, blows raspberries on his cheek to make
the boy's scowl melt into giggles. "Tyler is my favorite pup."
"Don’t let Laura or Derek hear you." Talia warns before turning to Stiles.
Peter snorts, like he likes Talia’s older kids, twin pests more like it. What’s
worse: his parents having sex and getting pregnant or the fact that at the same
time his older sister was having sex resulting said kids? "Don’t know why he’s
so attached though. Peter’s an ass."
“He just has good taste.” Peter said, a grin on his face. “It comes from the
Hale side of the family.”
"Good taste, what a joke. The two of you are like a pair of devils." Daniel
muttered, cold seeping back into his face.
"I resent that." Peter said but didn’t really pay attention as he shifted,
trying to see if Tyler can do it on purpose.
Stiles shifts his attention to Peter and gives him a smile. "Peter, good job
out there. Here." He hastily shoves the coke -now dripping with condensation-
to him.
"Thanks, Mister S." Peter smile wary but it’s sweet, Stiles thinks Peter‘s pink
cheeks have gone a little darker.
Talia raises her brows, mouth twitching in a way that lets Stiles know she
wants to ask him something big or maybe she’s already aware of his small crush
and that he’s being very transparent. Oh well, subtlety isn’t his thing.
"So Peter see you again next week then."
"Yup."
--
If Peter happened to have his music blasting some nights, to further muffle the
noise in his semi-soundproof room, then Talia didn’t make a comment about it.
Peter stripped, and lied in his bed; fingers trailing down his body, brushing
sensitive hipbones before loosely gripping his dick. His mind conjured up the
image of Mister Stilinski -Stiles, his mind reminds him - half naked; a dusting
of hair on his chest and a small trail going lower and lower. His dick twitched
in his grip, getting harder.
He imagines Stiles leans in to kiss his exposed neck, his hands pulling them
closer. Peter wants to nuzzle along his neck, wanting to feel his body tense up
then relax, when Peter presses his lips as he does. He didn’t get his interest
in Stiles Stilinski of all people, Peter thought as he lazily pumped his dick.
He remembers vaguely meeting him back when he was in elementary and Talia had
him over to go over their notes. Maybe it was because Stiles saw him as someone
more than Talia’s little brother that started his crush.
Stiles had his hair buzzed back then. He looked a lot better with a full head
of hair, especially that one time Peter caught a glimpse of him coming out of
the water. He just looked bigger when he was wet, more muscular and his hair
slicked back. Damn gorgeous.
He imagines Stiles pushing him back, gripping his hips as he watches Peter jerk
off. He can see that sly grin he does whenever he knows he’s getting what he
wants. Peter pressed into his hole with one hand and rubbed the sides of his
channel, breath hitching with every brush of his skin.
He flips so he’s kneeling, face pressed into his pillow, hand reaching back to
press against his hole more comfortably. There’s barely any slick, suppressants
made it impossible even if he’s stopped taking in the summer. Still he thrusts
in, blindly searching for that little spot.
Peter imagined Stiles' long fingers inside him instead of his own, and Stiles
whispering dirty things in his ear. Peter can already feel the pull, his
sensitivity increasing the longer the suppressants are flushed out of his
system, all he needed was one little push.
His mind decides to be helpful and lets him hear Stiles voice, growling, "I
want...god, I want to bite you." as he mouthed the spot between Peter’s neck
and shoulder. "I want to mark you."
Peter spills into his hand, hole clenching and fluttering around his fingers.
Resting for a moment, Peter just took a couple deep breaths, fingering himself
lightly. It felt good, oversensitive, but most good. His cock gave a valiant
little twitch, but he ignored it. He took his fingers out of his hole,
shuddering at how empty he felt. He didn't have the achy, full feeling he bet
he'd get if Stiles’ were to knot him, but he wanted it.
He just had to make a plan.
--
Beacon Hills had various laws put in place, many that were pushed by Stiles’
own grandfather to protect his mate. Some counties had different laws, or no
laws at all for omegas, over all Beacon Hills had offered the best benefits for
children and omegas. On the first Wednesday of each month, a once-a-month
suppressant shots were administered and required for unmated staff members and
students. Stiles is like clockwork when it comes to his shots.
Peter may skip Stiles’ class, he sometimes skips basketball practice but with
the shots he was always on time. It was key, in order for his plan to work. And
just like clockwork, Peter comes in to the nurses office for his shot. Peter
has spent over a year and a half buttering up the nurses, he’s so trusted by
them, he’s left by himself for a whole twenty minutes after swearing up and
down to take his shot. They’re short staffed most of the time, most of the time
they’re relieved when the older students offer to help out so they can get
started with younger students.
It’s just enough time to replace Stiles’ shot with a placebo, it takes months
for suppressants to completely flushed out of someone’s system human or
shifter. After this, Stiles would be ready to mate him. He quickly pricks his
skin and puts on a band aid on his arm, he pulls out damper from his bag,
spraying on his skin. Now he smelled like a suppressed omega.
Peter came to class for once, skin still itching from the needle prick. He
claws at it while Stiles prattles on about Poe or some other whiny poet.
Peter’s been lucky, going off suppressants didn’t make him go into full heat
but his skin still felt itchy and taunt, body overheated yet not, he was
craving alpha cock- specifically Stiles’.
"Mister Hale? Mister Hale? Peter!" Stiles yelled, trying to catch the omega’s
attention. Peter glances over to him, raising a brow.
"Yeah?"
"Could you please answer the question: what lens would be best to use to
analyze Poe’s writings? Please use an example." He sounds a little disappointed
in Peter, who even with the bad attendance rate is one of his better discussion
partners.
Peter smiles, all teeth before saying something about using the
psychoanalytical lens and pointing out Poe’s daddy issues reflecting in the
story ‘Telltale Heart’. Stiles looks satisfied before turning to some other
unsuspecting soul to add on to Peter’s comment. Just a few more days and he’ll
be at full heat, and Stiles will be susceptible to his scent.
--
Talia nearly ruins his plans, he comes home to find her rifling through his
things. It’s a good thing he doesn’t keep any of his supplies at home, they’re
all stored away in his locker at the local gym. All she finds are his old heat
supplies and a bit of weed left over from Duke and Kali’s visit a few weeks
ago. It’s not like he made a big secret of his use.
“What the hell are you planning, Peter? And don’t give me that look, I know
you’re planning to do something to Stiles. As his friend and your guardian, I
need to stop you from doing anything stupid.”
Peter bristled, unconsciously shifting into beta form. His plan wasn’t stupid.
At least he thought through his decisions before he did anything. The same
couldn’t be told of Talia.
“You want to judge me for being stupid. You’re the one who mated a man who
wasn’t even carrying your child, you just believed his bullshit story about
escaping his abusive father, when it was really his real alpha. Even after you
found out what he did to the guy, you still believed his piss poor excuses and
agreed to do mating him, even after Mom proved he was lying about it being
yours. When are you going to tell Laura the truth? That she isn’t-” Peter
choked, his head whipping to the side as Talia smacked him. He spat, blood
mixing in with saliva. He snarled, his eyes glowing gold.
“Don’t Peter.” Talia growled, warning her brother to back off. All thoughts of
Stiles leaving her mind. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Really? Cause all I know is after you ran off to mate him, Mom and Dad died in
a so called accident and you get control of the pack.” Peter had been young to
actually remember it but the pack members loyal to his mother had told him
about it, often in secret and away from Talia. They had their suspicions but
nothing that could be prove it wasn’t an accident.
Talia flushed, a familiar bitterness rising in her chest. Talia was still
pretty young when she took the alpha mantle, along with custody over her little
brother. She remembers how people tried to take Peter away, how people didn’t
believe she was worthy of being alpha. She knew there were still some accusing
her of killing her own parents so she no longer had to listen to the alpha
command, but it wasn’t true.
It had been an accident, plain and simple, the storm too strong the road too
wet. Supernatural reflexes or not, there was nothing they could’ve done. If
Peter didn’t believe her, it wasn’t her fault (he didn’t think Talia directly
killed them but he still laid the blame heavily on Daniel, without him Talia
wouldn’t have gone out in that storm and their parents wouldn’t have gone after
her). Talia had been caught up in the call of the mating, so focused on filling
Daniel with her seed even though he had already been pregnant. It had been a
shock to hear from Daniel of all people that her eyes had glowed red half way
through it. She had cried the whole night and came home the next morning with
Daniel in tow.
With a shaky voice, Talia said, “We’re done here. You will not tell Laura
anything. We’ll tell her when she’s ready.”
Peter shook his head, his sister always hated confrontation when it came to her
things. It was the easiest way to force her to drop her initial search. A
little blood was a worthy sacrifice if it meant keeping her off his trail. By
the time she knew what his plan was, it would be too late. Peter would already
be creating a better pack on his own with his new mate.
--
It’s after school on Friday, and Stiles was driving out of school parking lot,
having decided to bring work home today when he saw a crowd of guys - wait no,
there was a couple of girls too - he smelled the air, all alphas save for the
lone omega in heat. The middle guy fell to the ground after being jostled,
several of them knelt and the others closed ranks. Stiles could see some of
them were partially shifted, and fear that they might rape the omega.
Stiles honked his horn and the group turned to look, some stiffened and others
shifted. When they recognized his jeep they fled, leaving the lone guy sprawled
awkwardly on the pavement. Stiles recognized the omega as Peter, who now stood
on shaky legs and started walking towards the woods, no doubt taking a short
cut to his house on the reserve. Stiles pulled up next to him and unrolled the
window, staring in shock at Peter's torn clothes and bleeding lip.
"You okay, Peter?" Stiles called out through the open window as he stopped his
car.
He’d been teaching Peter every year starting Sophomore English two years ago;
starting when Mrs. Turner had gone on maternity leave, then taking over AP
English 11 when Ms. Blake was mauled by a crazed shifter and he had taken over
AP English 12 when Mrs. Hatter retired. Yet he was still surprised to see how
beautiful Peter grew each year, even more so right now.
His skinny jeans seemed to cling and stretch over his long legs, his v-neck
sticking to his skin, and scarf hanging loosely from his neck. Stiles knew
Peter was a fairly popular guy with teachers and students both, even with his
sarcasm and sass he was well-liked and friendly, which made it especially
strange that the group of alphas had been giving him a hard time. And if Stiles
wasn't mistaken, those guys had included some of Peter's packmates including
Jackson Whittemore, Erica Reyes and Deucalion Masters.
Administration had been adamant in not ‘outing’ shifters or castes by using a
suppressant that works on all, so Stiles definitely didn’t know Peter was an
omega till then. Those alphas were probably just reacting to the scent,
instinct conflicting with the meds. His own alpha pheromones were reacting to
Peter. Why was he reacting to it, Stiles swears he only just got his shot a few
days ago.
"Yeah, Mr. Stilinski. Thanks," Peter replied, not remotely convincingly as he
fixed his scarf. "I need to get home," he added, his voice quavering.
"I'll drop you off. C'mon. Get in." Stiles opened the passenger door but Peter
looked hesitant, glancing around him at the school parking lot then towards the
woods. "You know we’re not that from your place."
Peter bit his lip, then winced as he sunk into the broken skin. Externally he
seemed reluctant, but internally he grinned, everything was going to plan. He
got awkwardly into the jeep, pulling the door close behind him and slumped
against the seat. Stiles was surrounded in delicious omega scent. Peter was in
heat and Stiles was shamefully hard.
"Peter!" Stiles yells aghast, turning to stare at the seventeen year old as the
reality of the situation hit him. "You're in heat! Were you at school like
this? Didn't you notice the symptoms this morning?"
Peter sunk down further. "It's my first one since freshman year, before I
started my suppressants. I didn't know what was happening." He said looking
scared. Stiles who had a weakness for sad puppies, wanted to pull him
protectively into his arms, but he knew the last thing Peter needed was alpha
getting up in his space before he was ready to be mated. It would spur both of
them into doing something they both might regret.
If Stiles got any closer to that scent he might not be able to stop himself.
Peter's continued words brought him back to the situation at hand. "Talia
didn't really tell me what to expect if I ever got off ‘em, I’ve been taking
suppressants like the law says."
"Didn't you call her to come get you?" Stiles couldn't imagine Talia ever
letting Peter leave for school, with heat symptoms and be at risk of a
potential attack by hormone-addled teenaged alphas like the group in the
parking lot. If Stiles hadn't pulled up when he did, it could have gone so much
worse for Peter.
"She’s away. Talia’s friend just had a baby so they left two nights ago to go
visit. She and Daniel should be back on Monday. Or maybe Tuesday." Peter
replied, purposely not mentioning his various aunts and uncles all probably
available to pick him up.
"I guess you haven't got a omega kit at home, then?"
Peter just stared at Stiles, keeping silent, pretending to be fearful. All of
Stiles' protective instincts kicked in hard and he was furious at Peter's pack
for not preparing him for this potential outcome. Some people, their bodies
became resistant to suppressants, it stops working randomly. Health officials
always warned of the chance and advised for omega kits to be kept at hand. For
a family as big as the Hales, not having a kit was practically neglect.
Peter's heat scent was so intoxicating that it took all of Stiles' willpower
not launch himself across the car, claiming the teen right then. Stiles bit his
tongue trying to focus on getting out of here. He didn’t notice Peter’s
telltale smirk flicker across his face.
The omega scent was sweet and spicy and Stiles wanted to roll around in the
mouthwatering musk. He wanted to feel Peter’s slick dripping down his face as
he plunged his tongue in to taste all of him, feel it slipping down his thighs
as he pounded into that sweet ass…
Stiles must have growled aloud because Peter was looking like a mix of aroused
and scared, pressing himself against the car door.
Stiles shook himself and held a hand up in surrender, temporarily forgetting
that it didn’t matter if his hands were on the wheel or not since the car was
still parked. "Sorry, Peter," Stiles stated, having to clear his throat
clearing it of the husky tone. "Your scent is a little overpowering right now,
but I can control myself. I swear! I didn't mean to scare you."
"You like the way I smell," Peter teased, a smile slipping onto his face, hope
flaring in his eyes as he leaned in toward Stiles. He seemed to know what to
do; tilting his head a certain way, making doe eyes and licking at his pink
lips.
"Uh, yeah," Stiles admitted reluctantly, scratching the back of his head. "I
can control myself enough to help get you what you need."
"Erica said I smelled nasty. Like I was begging for it. Like a whore." Peter
spat the last word, he wasn’t a knot slut. He had ambitions, a hunger for
something more than just a knot. He‘d get farther in life than Erica, even with
half a brain he could do it.
"They’re just posturing. It's alpha thing…well sort of. It depends on the
alpha. It’s kinda awful. Sorry you got caught unprepared. Listen, we'll go to
the drugstore and get an omega kit for you and then I'll take you home." Stiles
babbled, Peter gave him a skeptical look but Stiles reassured him. "You can
stay in the car with the doors locked. I'll go get it."
"Thanks, Mister Stilinski," Peter replied, mind moving ahead trying to figure
out what he could use to pull him in. Most times he didn‘t have to flirt.
People just wanted him, whether it was his status as a Hale or as an omega, it
didn’t matter. He had to admit his flirting was a little rusty, he was never
this blunt and obvious.
Stiles put the car in gear and pulled out, nearly swerving into the next lane
when Peter pressed up close against him. Arousal flared as Peter sought comfort
and flooding Stiles' nose with delectable scent. Stiles was embarrassed at how
hard he was, and he knew Peter could see Stiles’ dick tenting his pants, and
could probably smell his arousal too. Damn his werewolf senses. Peter reached
out, fingers tracing swirls onto Stiles’ thigh, going higher and higher.
Peter was half grinding against the seat, trying to get some sort of friction.
Stiles knew he'd probably never get the smell of Peter out of the upholstery.
Not that he wanted the smell to be gone. Stiles knew that the moment Peter was
gone, that Stiles’ would be down, rubbing his face in the seat as he jerked
off.
Stiles parked the car and locked Peter inside, thankful he'd tied his sweater
around his waist earlier, giving little cover for his over-eager erection. His
arousal wilted as he passed more and more old friends of his father, their eyes
trailing after him as he went to the heat care aisle. He picked up a beginner
omega kit and an alpha calming spray. Stiles was still amazed by some of this
stuff: lube that had synthetic alpha pheromones, spray bottles made to help
curb alpha impulses. He smiled awkwardly at the cashier, who would no doubt
tell someone about his purchases and it’d eventually reach his dad’s ears.
With his purchases safely stowed in the back of the vehicle, Stiles drove them
back to the reserve. Peter snuggled close against Stiles' side, breathing the
heady scent of restrained arousal, it was only when Peter started nuzzling
Stiles’ neck did he stop him.
"You need to stop that. I'm not your alpha, Peter," Stiles warned. Peter backed
away just slightly, scowl on his face.
Stiles had just pulled into Peter's driveway when the boy stiffened up. For a
split second, Peter worried he really would miss his chance. Usually there was
no guarantee an omega would get pregnant from the first post-suppressant heat,
he had been taking fertility pills he swiped from his aunt until she noticed.
He wouldn’t get another chance like this. "You're not going to leave me, are
you?"
Stiles’ mouth went dry, he didn't know what to say. Peter was an omega going
through his first heat in years. He shouldn't have to go through it alone, but
Stiles was an unpaired alpha eight years his senior. He had a lot of willpower
but this was too much.
"Uh," was about all Stiles could muster in reply.
"Please, Mister Stilinski," Peter begged, blue eyes blown wide from a mixture
of arousal and fear. "Could you please take me back to your place? I don't want
to be in my house all alone."
"I don't think that's a good idea, Peter. I'm an unmated alpha. I don't - I
mean - It’s not really safe. Don't Laura and Derek come home in a few hours? O-
Or- Or friends?!" Stiles felt like such an asshole. He just wanted to make sure
Peter was safe. Still, he'd seen what Peter's 'friends' were getting ready to
do to him back at the school.
“They’re staying at friends’ houses for the weekend.”
One look at Peter's desperate, pleading face and Stiles knew he was done for.
He reversed out of the driveway and pointed the car for his small house. Stiles
led Peter into his house and directed him to the spare bedroom. He dropped his
messenger bag in the front hall and rubbed his neck. ‘Stupid. Stupid. Stupid’
he thought. He went to the fridge and grabbed them each a bottle of water then
headed down the hall to take Peter the supplies from the drugstore and leave
him to it.
The spare bedroom was empty and Stiles' stomach dropped. He followed Peter's
mesmerizing aroma to his room and discovered Peter had stripped down to his
underwear rolling in Stiles' bed, surrounding himself in Stiles' alpha scent.
Stiles could see that Peter's boxer-briefs were damp at the seat where he was
leaking slick and it took everything in him to not just strip where he stood
and go fuck Peter into the mattress, knot him up so well and fill him with his
pups.
He tried to ignore the signs, but he could see. That’s what Peter wanted. Fuck,
it was what Stiles wanted. But Stiles was his teacher. He couldn't take
advantage of the omega's vulnerability during his heat.
"Peter," Stiles croaked, voice cracking with desire.
"Yes, Alpha?" Peter replied, giving Stiles a side glance as he pressed part of
his face on one of Stiles' pillows and grinding the other shamelessly.
Fuck.
"Don't call me that, Peter. I'm not your alpha." Stiles' dick gave a twitch of
disagreement. He could play alpha mate for such a pretty omega. He salivated at
the thought of actually having the sauve boy under him.
"But you could be," Peter replied, arching his hips back and waggling his ass
temptingly. That slick spot that was slowly but surely growing shouldn‘t be so
tempting. But god, it was. It dug at the primal part of Stiles to know that he
was helping this along.
A snarl was ripped from Stiles' lips and Peter whimpered in response, throwing
his head back inviting Stiles to take what he wanted. Stiles clawed at his own
skin, trying to bring himself out, chanting a mantra. ‘Too young. Student.
Heat. Vulnerable.’ Not to mention the fact Talia would have his balls as morbid
decor.
"I've got the supplies, Peter." Stiles walked to the far side of the large bed
and opened the box. He pulled out a few plugs, three regular dildos of various
sizes, a ribbed dildo and a single inflatable knotting dildo, along with four
or five different bottles lube. He opened the bottle of lube, the one with the
synthetic alpha scent and his mouth let out a snarl instinctively at the
intruder smell in his bedroom. Huh? So this stuff really worked.
When Stiles looked up from his task, the lithe, naked teen was sprawled across
his bed. Stiles' mouth began watering as he took in the sight. This was the
first time he'd really been attracted to an omega. His tastes were eclectic:
from red head and petite alpha Lydia Martin, the tall skinny beta Ken Nakamura
to dark skinned goddess known as Rebecca Harlow (another beta) and tiny plus
sized alpha Myra Knorr; but with all of them it had all been for fun, never a
permanent thing.
Peter's pale, lean muscles tugged somewhere inside Stiles he didn't know
existed. That the kid was almost as tall as Stiles and he kind of like that.
Peter regarded Stiles thoughtfully through half-lids as he lazily pumped his
dick, biting his lip as his arousal built.
"Do you think you can manage this on your own?" Stiles asked, wielding the
smallest of the dildos which he'd coated liberally in the alpha pheromone lube.
‘Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say-’
"No, I've never...I don't…I don't know what to do." It’s a lie, of course.
Peter may not have done it during heats but he does play. He knew what he liked
and which toys were the best…not that he would tell Stiles that even after
they‘re mated. It was just a little embarrassing how quickly Peter went through
toys.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck.’
"Okay, Peter. I'll show you what to do but then you need to take over yourself,
okay?"
"Yes, Alpha,"
"Don't call me Alpha, Peter." Stiles whined low in his voice.
"Yes, Sir."
He was so fucked. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood.
Grounded, he continued, "Okay, put the pillow you were just fucking under your
hips. There's a good boy. I'm just gonna spread your cheeks like this and then
I'm gonna slide this in.” His hand spread Peter’s checks, watching the hole
flutter open and close letting out little globs of slick. The breed talk just
kept slipping out, “Your greedy hole just swallowed that up. Fuck. I mean.
Fuck."
"More," Peter groaned, his hole fluttering around the insufficient dildo. Peter
never really put any thought to how dirty a talker Stiles could be, only that
his voice would be the constant presence anchoring Peter.
"Give me a minute, Peter. I don't want you hurt. We've gotta start slow."
"More," Peter repeated, rocking back his hips. The dildo barely calmed the
hunger building in him. He needed something bigger.
Stiles took out the small dildo and watched Peter's hole clutch vainly at the
empty air. He growled low at the sight and Peter moaned, flushing happily at
the sound. Despite the slick, Stiles still lubed up the thick ribbed dildo with
the fake alpha scent, pressing it to Peter's leaking entrance. The first ridge
popped in little resistance, so did the second. Peter whined until the third
ridge caught on his rim, his breath hitched.
Peter's whine became a sigh of relief. Stiles pushed and pulled the toy back
and forth a few times, watching it stretch Peter. More and more slick dripped
down, growing thicker as he went further into his pleasure. Stiles pushed it
deeper until the fourth ridge brushed his hole. He pushed it forward slowly,
holding his breath until it breached Peter, his hole pulling it inside.
Stiles pulled, pacing as he watched Peter wiggle his hips, adjusting to the
stretch. Peter kept rutting and grinding against Stiles' pillow and moaning
deliciously as his walls pulsed around the ribbed toy. Stiles wanted to rip out
that goddamned toy from Peter's ass and fill it with his knot, pump him so full
of come that it dripped out for days. No plastic toy could beat a real live
cock.
He took a few long cleansing breaths. Bad idea, it only filled his addled mind
with more of that delectable scent.
"More" Peter purred, voice low and hopeful, so close to satisfied that Stiles
felt pre-come wet the inside of his boxers.
"Mm-hmm," Stiles hummed in agreement, not trusting his voice. He grabbed the
alpha control spray and spritzed himself in the face with it. He coughed a bit
spitting slightly. It was a bottle of fucking lavender, overpriced shit was
just lavender water. Stiles felt a lot calmer than he had a moment before, so
he sprayed himself again this time avoiding it getting in his mouth.
"More?" Peter reminded him from the bed, waggling his ass back and forth.
Stiles sat on the bed behind the teen and pulled the ribbed toy out of Peter so
only the tip was in, hearing an unhappy whine from the omega. Stiles shushed
him and putting more alpha lube onto the toy before he slid it back in,
watching with awe as the fifth and thickest ridge slipped into Peter's ass.
Peter moaned, he wiggled back wanting more. He wasn‘t sure what was leaking
more, his ass or his cock. Right now all he cared about was getting to come,
even Stiles was taking a backseat in his mind.
Stiles pressed it forward a little deeper and Peter’s moans became a sharp
shout as he came all over Stiles' pillow. As Peter came down from his orgasm,
Stiles pulled the duvet over him, deciding to leave in the dildo while Peter
napped. Peter would feel better having something in him, wouldn’t he?
Stiles grabbed a comfortable change of clothes, heading to the spare bedroom,
before veering off instead to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he under the
cold spray; he jerked off, releasing onto the tiles embarrassingly quick,
desperately trying not to think about the naked teen asleep in his bed but
failing.
Stiles dressed slowly, then went to the kitchen to start dinner. Peter wasn't
really hungry when he woke, but Stiles convinced him to drink some juice and
wolf down a few energy bars in exchange for Stiles fucking him with the
inflatable knot dildo. Peter of course tried to play innocent but he obviously
came out with the better deal, even if he had to eat crappy energy bars for it.
Stiles also made Peter call his sister before they returned to the bedroom, and
Stiles cringed when hearing Talia‘s angered roar and watching Peter‘s face
tighten. Peter’s frown deepened the more he listened to Talia rant about the
mistake he was making and how this was going to cost Stiles so much, not
realizing that they had yet to truly mate. Stiles got back on the line, no
longer willing to see what little happiness Peter had left disappear. Stiles
reassure her he would look after Peter until they were back and had to listen
to Talia berate him for being for foolish and why was he risking all this for
her brother of all people. Stiles felt confused not fully getting Talia‘s
words. This was just an accident cause by a medical failure and instincts. All
Stiles was trying to do was help. Was that really wrong?
After she hung up, Stiles held Peter for a bit as he tried not to shift. Once
he was calm, his heat cycle flared up again and Stiles prepared the knotting
dildo. He sat pressing his back against headboard while pulling Peter onto him.
Peter turned his head to press his face into Stiles’ neck as Stiles pressed in
the dildo. Stiles kissed, tasting salt from the boy’s sweat slick skin. Peter
trembled under the gentle touch, the bitterness falling away from his frame as
he sunk deeper into the pleasure. Peter came twice more, leaving a mess on both
their chests as well as Stiles’ lap then passed out against Stiles. Stiles
rolled Peter onto his bed before going to the guest room and taking a pillow
back and swapping it for one of his. He told himself that it was because he'd
sleep better with his own pillow, even if it was coated in Peter‘s slick.
But not even ten minutes later he was coming hard, lying in the spare bed and
fisting his cock with the scent of Peter pressed to his face, he was a terrible
liar especially towards himself. He cleaned himself up with his t-shirt,
dropped it on the floor, and laying lazily as he stared at the ceiling for a
few hours before passing out.
Peter woke in the middle of the night, panting. He’d forgotten how bad heats
were, he flipped over grinding against the sheets aching for release. He
reached behind him, pulling the toy from his body and tossing it aside. Peter
scrambled for that alpha lube, drenching his hand in it. It was an awkward
angle to thrust from, but he had a hair trigger release right now.
It only took a few thrusts for him to spill on the sheets and for his hole to
clench around his fingers but he still felt restless. He shook as he stood, and
leaned against the wall for support as he followed Stiles’ scent. Stiles was
sprawled, face down ass up and halfway off the bed.
He gave a strange gurgle before flipping onto his back, lazily scratching his
belly. While Peter was tempted to use Stiles at that moment, just slip on to
his cock but he rather have his partner awake to enjoy it with him. Instead
Peter’s nose twitched recognizing the strong smell of come, leading him to a
plain t-shirt.
Peter ambled back to Stiles’ room, enjoying how safe and secure he felt. He
remembered something he thought was an old wives tale but scrolling through
forums late at night on the incognito tab proved that it wasn‘t.
The come was sticky, starting to dry so Peter took as much as he could on his
fingers and thrust into his hole. He hissed, despite having something in him
not that long ago, he felt tight and a little sore, a feeling that would soon
disappear the more he sunk into this heat wave. He pressed his face into the
shirt, lapping at the sticky mess. He did feel better, surrounded by Stiles’
smell and comforted by his taste. Peter lazily rocked back and forth on his
fingers, trying to get deeper and deeper but he just couldn’t hit that spot. He
doesn’t remember falling asleep.
Sun was streaming into the room through blinds he'd forgotten to close before
going to bed when Stiles woke up, nose filled with the scent that was driving
him to make terrible decisions. Peter stood next to the bed, shaking while
wrapped in Stiles' robe wrapped around him. In his hand was the dark blue
bottle of synthetic alpha lube.
"Alpha," he groaned and Stiles' cock began to fatten in his boxers. This was so
many kinds of wrong but he didn't have time to think as Peter continued, "The
synthetic alpha isn't helping anymore."
“Oh.”
‘God Damn it.’
"Okay, c'mon," Stiles invited, lifting the sheets to invite Peter in. God, what
the hell was he doing? Was his mind really this sleep deprived that this seemed
like the best idea? Peter dropped the robe, crawled in and Stiles turned him
before pulled him up to straddle Stiles’ face so he could lick Peter out.
Stiles expected to taste the alpha lube from Peter's hole but all Stiles could
taste was Peter and himself. He’d have to figure that out later, he was too
focused on Peter. Peter tasted even better than he smelled and he lapped at the
loose muscle while Peter tried to lean over and take Stiles’ cock in his mouth.
Stiles swatted at the plump ass in front of him, giving Peter a warning growl.
The omega pouted, but before he could really complain Stiles spread Peter to
get better access to his dripping hole. Peter practically drooled, his
expression completely blissed out, rolling himself back onto Stiles’ face for
more. And if Stiles ate out Peter’s ass longer than necessary, long after Peter
came, well he was doing it to keep Peter relaxed…at least that‘s what he kept
telling himself. Peter scooted off him, switching his position so he was
cuddling next to Stiles until his stomach growled, Peter had staved off his
hunger as long as he could but now he was ravenous. He nudged Stiles, looking
down at his stomach pointedly.
As he got up, cleaning his face of slick as he did, Stiles noticed his t-shirt
wasn't there anymore and he turned to Peter, who was casually flipping the
bottle of synthetic alpha lube. Almost lazily, Peter answered Stiles‘ unvoiced
question.
"I woke up last night. Couldn’t sleep. But I could smell you. You were asleep
and God! You just smelled so good, ” Peter said twirling the bottle in his
hands. Stiles froze, debating whether or not to ignore him, a sinking feeling
starting in the pit of his stomach but Peter continued. “I figured it might
work better to use your come inside me instead of the synthetic stuff. And it
did," Peter explained, a small smirk appearing on his face. "I was able to
sleep, actually sleep with you inside."
"You've been getting the fertility suppression shots at school?" Stiles
whispered, hoping Peter was, hoping that his were working.
"Of course," Peter drawled. "We all get them. Doesn’t mean they work. Would it
really be so bad for me to have your pups or be mated to me?”
"Yes!" Stiles yelled. "If I wanted to mate you, I’d rather you be out of
school, and graduated before I even tried courting you. You've got to finish
school before you can even think about having pups."
"Yes, okay, Alpha." Of course Stiles would put a damper on things, but just a
little time and once Stiles‘ was inside Peter, the man would surely change him
mind. Any alpha would want to keep their prized omega fat with their child. An
archaic practice but one Peter knew Stiles didn’t really believe in.
"Don't call me Alpha!" Stiles stormed out, heading to the kitchen to slam pots
and pans around.
Peter grinned widely, Stiles wanted him. He wanted to court him and wouldn’t
mind if Peter eventually had his pups. It was all going perfectly.
Once he'd had some food, a cup of strong coffee and his Adderall, Stiles came
back to the bedroom with basic breakfast of eggs and toast for Peter, who was
naked and making the master bed with Stiles' spare sheets as the washing
machine ran. Stiles watched, thinking how well Peter fit in here moving around
his room with ease, Stiles quickly shut those thoughts down. He was fucked if
the administration found out, especially if he didn‘t actually mate the boy but
just used him for sex.
After Peter ate, Stiles convinced him to shower, it didn’t take long for
another wave of heat hit Peter. The teen scrambled into Stiles’ bed, squirming
and moaning, pulling Stiles against him. Stiles’ face was shoved right into
Peter’s neck, clouding his mind with pheromones. Unfortunate for Stiles that
meant that his alpha pea brain take control, he rolled Peter onto his stomach
and pulled down the sweatpants he'd loaned to Peter. He rubbed himself in the
groove of Peter's ass cheeks till he felt Peter buck up to try to get Stiles’
inside.
“Stiles,” He groaned, jolting Stiles somewhat out of the fog. It was always
Alpha or Mr. Stilinski with Peter, using his name was more personal. In a
desperate attempt to avoid the temptation of actually fucking the fertile
omega; Stiles scooped up some of the slick Peter was producing, smearing it
over his dick and jacking his cock over Peter's ass until he came, thick and
hot white strings of come over the teen's plush ass. Scrambling for a plug and
scooping up his own come, he pressed it into Peter's twitching hole, fighting
every impulse to get inside that perfect heat. The come should be enough to
stave off the heat a little more. He plugged Peter with and Peter whined,
blindly rutting into the mattress till his ass flexed and he came over the
sheets.
Exhausted, Stiles fell back against the mattress next to Peter, dragging the
sweats back up. He stroked the sweaty hair curling at the nape of the omega's
neck and wondered what the fuck he was going to do. A pesky voice in his mind
whispered ‘As long as you don’t give him a mating mark, you could fuck the boy
full and no one would know.’
‘But you would. And what if you got him pregnant? Would you just leave him like
that?’ Another accused, already guilt curled low in his belly.
Peter snuggled against him and whispered, "Thank you, Stiles," and Stiles
couldn't breathe.
He threw the covers off him and stomped out of the room, down the hall, and
into the spare room, slamming the door behind him. Peter was killing him with
all this bullshit. All Stiles’ wanted to be was the good guy and take care of
the kid, but they were pushing that line. He has already gone too far, much
farther than he should have. Stiles should’ve just left Peter in his own house
with the heat supplies and called Talia, staying until she had arrived. Instead
here Stiles was fighting every urge in him to go and claim Peter for his own.
He collapsed to his knees next to the bed, buried his face in a pillow and
screamed. It wasn't enough. He punched the pillow repeatedly, desperate to get
some sort of release from. It wasn‘t doing anything, he turned grabbed his
alarm clock and threw it against the wall. He swept things from his drawers and
smiled at the crashing noises.
The door opened behind him and he heard Peter's voice, small with fear. "Um,
Mister Stilinski? Are you okay?"
"Don't come any closer!" Stiles yelled, chest heaving with panting breaths,
chaos all around him.
"But Alpha-" Peter stepped right into Stiles' space, ignoring Stiles' orders,
head tilted showing off that pale column. It was alpha again, huh? What little
control Stiles had left snapped.
"You want Alpha? Fine, I'll give you fucking Alpha," Stiles snarled, grabbing
Peter by his slim shoulders and throwing him onto the bed. He dove on top of
Peter and kissed him ferociously, mouth biting and lapping. He rut his hips
ruthlessly against the omega's, giving him a taste of what’s to come. Fingers
tangled in Peter's hair, Stiles pulled the teen's head back sharply and raked
his teeth against the exposed flesh, growling low in his throat. Peter grinned
widely, good, good, it was working.
"Please, Alpha, knot me," Peter begged and that desperate plea pulls Stiles
back from the edge. He threw himself off the bed smacking into a wall, he
hissed in pain as he scrambled to the bathroom.
"Fuck, Peter. No! I'm not your alpha." Stiles slammed the bathroom door and
locked it behind him. He heard Peter rattle the doorknob fruitlessly, then
pound against the locked door, begging Stiles to come back, to knot him, to be
his alpha. “Just get out and leave me alone.”
Stiles started the shower then sat on the tiled floor, water flowing over his
head. The noise outside quieted, and Stiles started crying. It was all his
fault. He fucked up so bad he honestly couldn’t blame anyone but himself for
the consequences that would come.
When the water ran cold, Stiles was left spent and weak on the floor of the
shower. He shut off the tap and dragged himself to his feet to towel off. He
rubbed his face dry, taking note of how red his eyes looked and wondering if he
could pass it off as shampoo in his eyes. He was going to have to apologize to
Peter for attacking, then rejecting him. Then he needed to figure out how to
get him to understand why this couldn't happen.
Not now.
When he opened the door to the bathroom he was surprised to see that most of
the room had been cleaned up. The broken lamp was gone and the alarm was back
on the bedside table. God damn. He was such an asshole.
He wandered into his bedroom and was surprised to find it empty. He grabbed
some clothes and dressed quickly.
"Peter," he called out as he finished pulling a clean t-shirt over his head.
"Out here," Peter called back and Stiles wandered into the living room where
Peter was dressed in his used torn clothes, phone in hand, the bag of heat
supplies at his feet.
"What's up?" Stiles asked.
"I texted Laura. She's gonna come get me. She’ll should be here in few and I'll
be out of your hair." Peter kept his attention fixed on the phone as he talked,
Stiles gaped. He was left unaware that Peter was really just playing a game,
tapping as if he really was talking to Laura when he never did.
"I didn't say I wanted you to leave, Peter.”
"You said to leave you alone. I’ll be fine until Talia comes back next week."
Peter's fingers were flying across screen while he answered Stiles, no emotion
in his voice.
"Wait, you‘re doing this alone?"
"Yeah. Wait, no, maybe Reyes or Whittemore could help." Peter said, tapping
away at his bejeweled game. He would never let Whittemore near him with a ten
foot stick let alone help Peter through his heat. Reyes might at least be
tolerable save the fact her boyfriend doesn‘t really like sharing.
"Weren’t they some the alphas mobbing you at school?"
"Well, yeah, but it‘s better than nothing. They‘re pack, they‘re suppose to
help." Peter stressed a few words, giving them more meaning than he actually
felt.
Stiles growled and Peter looked up from his phone, quickly shutting off the
game. "They aren’t getting anywhere near you while you're in heat."
"It'll be fine, Mister Stilinski." He pretended to read a notification, and
stood. “Laura’s outside.”
“Tell her you‘re staying. Now!" Stiles snarled and Peter did just that. Sending
off a text to Laura telling her not to expect him home for the weekend. Laura
sent back a winky face along with a good luck. She probably didn‘t think this
is what Peter was doing with his free time. She probably expected someone else,
someone like Deucalion.
“Done.”
"Now," He looked at Peter, "you get back in that bed, Omega." His voice was
thunderous, dangerous as instinct took over. Every smart reason for resisting
Peter left Stiles’ brain - it was illegal, he’d lose his job, his friends, the
possible stigma - flying out the window in the face of some other alpha trying
to take what belongs to him.
Peter stood and backed down the hall, never taking his eyes off the alpha,
removing clothing and dropping it on the floor as Stiles did the same.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You, Alpha. Only you." He played it up by kneeling on the spreading his legs,
then his cheeks using his hands. His hole was pink, not the red it would be
once Stiles got his knot in there.
"Good boy," Stiles growled. Peter was leaking slick and Stiles knelt behind
him, lapping at the fluid, chasing every last drop with his tongue. Peter's rim
was slightly swollen, already turning a lovely shade of red and Stiles traced
the puffy ring with his tongue, eliciting a whine from Peter, teasing lightly
at Peter's rim until Stiles couldn't resist further and plunged it in.
The omega keened as Stiles fucked his tongue in and out, muscles spasming
around his tongue. He spread Peter's ass wider with the palms of his hands,
digging his fingers sharply into the soft flesh, no doubt leaving dark marks.
Releasing his grip on one pale orb, Stiles slid two fingers against Peter’s
taint and into Peter's hole alongside his tongue. He stroked Peter's inner
walls, probing and curling until he found the spongy bundle of nerves and
pressed firmly until Peter was whimpering helplessly, his cock leaking more and
more pre-come. Stiles pulled out his tongue and Peter whined, pushing his ass
back for more. Stiles added a third finger and then a fourth before Peter could
really adjust to the sudden addition, that didn’t stop Peter from fucking
himself shamelessly while still begging for more.
Stiles had waited long enough.
He pulled his fingers from Peter's clenching heat and flipped Peter onto his
back. He locked eyes with Peter as he lifted his omega's hips high in the air,
cock pressing teasingly against Peter’s fluttering hole and he plunged forward,
Peter's copious slick letting him slide in effortlessly. Peter came on Stiles'
first deep thrust, ropes of come splattering his belly and Stiles fucked him
through it.
"This is what you needed, isn't it Peter? My cock filling you up," Stiles
murmured against Peter's neck as he bent Peter nearly in half to pound deeply
into him.
"Yes, Stiles," Peter gasped in response, barely able to form words through the
fog of pleasure. He never thought it’d feel this good, Stiles was touching
places not even the biggest toy they had could get.
"Gonna knot you up so good," Stiles couldn't believe he was reverting to breed
talk like a fucking knot-head but his upstairs brain wasn't steering this ship
anymore. Boy will he be embarrassed later. "Gonna fill your belly so full
you're gonna taste me and only me. Everyone in your pack will know you belong
to only me."
"Yes. Fuck, yes! Do it. Knot me!" Peter howled beneath him, fingernails clawing
at Stiles' back as he tried to pull him closer, deeper. He fought to keep from
shifting into beta form. His strength already leaving bruises, he couldn’t deal
with leaving Stiles with actual claw mark. Stiles didn‘t care, he just kissed
Peter‘s fanged mouth, roughly tugging at his lip.
The slick sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the bedroom as Stiles set
a punishing pace. He could feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock and
he sank his teeth into Peter's shoulder as he gave a final sharp thrust, his
own scream resulting from Peter’s bite in return was muffled as iron filled his
mouth. He spilled deeply in the welcoming heat. His knot slipped into Peter,
tying them together as he ground into Peter, filling with a constant bursts of
come .
Peter came again from the pressure of Stiles' knot insistently pressing against
his prostate. Stiles felt the hot fluid splatter his chest and stomach, panting
as his pleasure fogged brain cleared enough for the idea to put them into a
more comfortable position to come to him.
Stiles had never tied before, hell he never really wanted to be tied with
anyone before, with his previous partners it was always simple fucking. Holding
Peter in his arms was completely different. He wanted to ask the teen a million
questions, learn about him beside the basics from school records, rumors and
Talia’s weird anecdotes.
Despite the bliss of the knotting Stiles' brain began to work feverishly with
plans: he needed to file the paperwork to transfer Peter's guardianship to him
from Talia it wouldn’t be healthy for them to separate so early in their
mating. They needed to go to Peter's and pick up any of the belongings Peter
might want when he moved in to Stiles' house permanently. Stiles groaned at
thought of all the paper work he’d need to file: he would need to submit a
report and face the school board inquiry committee to convince them the mating
was consensual, if he did keep his job he’d have to push paper work to have him
transferred to another teacher so his grading won’t be biased (well so Peter
wouldn’t distract him and the urge to fuss over him would be subdued)
especially since Peter would continue to attend the school where he was
enrolled. There was no compromise there.
He must have started talking to himself aloud because Peter placed his mouth
against his. "Shh," the omega whispered, his lips still lazily brushing against
Stiles', "trying to sleep here."
"Okay. You sleep. But then you've got to study for your midterms. You're going
back to school on Monday."
"Yes, Alpha." He said sleepily, if Stiles listened closer he’d hear the
underlying smugness and a small smirk on his face as he turned on his side as
best he could.
Success.
-
“Welcome Class of 2014 to your graduation. I am sure all off your friends and
family have been waiting for this moment…” Most people don’t listen to the
administration speeches, too busy trying to find their own kid in a sea of red
and white. Except their attention is caught when they announce the next
speaker.
“Now one of our class speakers will come up a share a few words with you. Peter
Hale please come up now.”
Everyone took notice of the male omega standing from his seat in the front row,
right next to the walking aisles. It was obvious he was omega; not from the
smell he let out or the mocking tilt of his head showing off his mating mark
but from the swell of his belly obviously straining against his dark red
graduation gown.
Peter Hale was pregnant and still one of the valedictorians despite many
anonymous parents complaints, no one would outright go against the wealthy and
influential Hale pack. His family could be heard howling and cheering as he
walked up the stage. There was one teacher going along with them, standing and
clapping for him, one Stiles Stilinski, proud alpha mate and father of Peter’s
child. Along with his class medal, he had one more for making honors and he had
cords for sports and his Spanish class. Peter had a full final semester. Add
the doctors appointments, the district inquiries that they barely passed, and
arguments with Talia; it all made Peter too tired to fully enjoy his time with
Stiles but in the end it worked out. What can he say, he was good at
multitasking and getting the best results. Everything was taken care of now, he
was getting the pack that he always wanted.
No could miss the absolutely smug look Peter had on his face as he leaned
towards the mike and started his speech. One hand sneaking off the podium to
press against his full belly.
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